Dangerous Stranger - Piper Stone Page 0,26

was a little hellion, a bucking bronco.

I smacked her bottom several times, moving from one side to the other, enjoying the almost immediate blush that bloomed on her skin. Even my palm tingled from the force used, creating a wave of sensations crawling all throughout my body.

She took several deep breaths before burying her face into the comforter, her back rising and falling.

“Disobedience has immediate consequences,” I explained, caressing her bottom.

Instead of acquiescing, acknowledging my dominance, she kicked out, trying her best to plant her foot into my chest. I rapidly brought my hand down again several times until she whimpered.

I leaned over, planting my palms on either side of her, blowing a swath of hot air across her shoulders. I whispered in a dark and dangerous manner, allowing the words to linger. “Punishment is vital. That much I can see. I will only ask you one. Last. Time. Are. You. Wet. For. Me?”

She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, fighting her attraction even as her body continued to betray her. “Yes. Yes!”

“Mmmm... Much better.” I used the same pinky, dipping it inside three distinct times.

“Oh, yes.” When I pulled my hand away, she snapped her head, her eyes imploring.

“I think you’ve had enough. Until you learn.” I took a step away from her, sliding my finger into my mouth, savoring the flavor as it burst over my tongue.

The sound of the phone not only riled but infuriated me, but this time, I couldn’t ignore the business. Not for any reason.

“I will give you time to reflect, sweet Savannah. When I return, you’re getting that spanking.” I left the room, closing the door behind me, another round of adrenaline piping into my bloodstream as I glared at the screen. Dartanian. “This had better be good.”

“Two of our boats were tanked. We lost four men and hundreds of pounds of content,” Dartanian said without emotion.

“Retaliation.”

“No doubt. I’ve sent additional soldiers to clean up. Do you want me to place an order? You should be here, brother. This is your place, not on some hunt that may or may not come to fruition.”

An order. My brother was keen on assassinating anyone in Calleja’s organization. “There’s too much at stake and this hunt was our father’s idea. I suggest you not forget that.” Fuck. My thoughts drifted to Savannah; her long luscious legs and the taste of her pussy. I rubbed my finger across my lips, my cock twitching all over again. I moved toward the kitchen, rubbing my eyes before yanking a bottle of scotch from the counter.

He exhaled, grumbling under his breath. He and I would forever be at odds for the way our business was handled, but he had no choice but to abide by my decisions the same as he did our father’s. The hierarchy was by birthright. “And what if they attack again?”

“They won’t. It was merely to force our energy into handling the situation instead of hunting for the source.”

“And what if both you and Father are wrong in your assumptions?”

“We’re not. Calleja is close. I can feel him crawling on my insides.”

“Let’s hope you’re right, brother. If not, we will ripe for a takeover.” Dartanian snarled after issuing the warning.

“That’s not going to happen,” I snapped.

“Tell me. What does it tell you that almost every enforcer within our organization is starting to have doubts about your leadership?”

“What the fuck are you trying to tell me, that you’re the man for the job when our father retires?”

“I’m not suggesting that, Rafael.”

“That what the hell are you suggesting and be very succinct in your answer because I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”

He exhaled, the sound gravelly. My brother had always challenged me, his thoughts on how to run the family mafia chiding every direction I attempted to take. My father had begun turning over the organization to Javier’s capable hands over five years before in preparation of his retirement. I’d inherited the nod after my brother’s death. At this point, I refused to have my own brother continue antagonizing me.

“No one in the organization or any other Mafioso family ever questioned Sanchez Santiago. Do you know why?” he asked, laughing when I didn’t answer. “He terrified them. He made certain every man who worked for him as well as our enemies knew exactly what would happen if he was crossed. And he handled every situation himself. You rarely bother, refusing to get your hands dirty. Maybe it’s time you become the savage man I know you